growing from tiny droplets
into huge crashing waves
long after you forgot about
the rain that birthed them
Close my eyes
Shut out the light
Tell me when
Everything will be alright
There’s nothing to fear
The pain is always here
Never mind
I’ll wear it on the inside
Citric vertigo
Leaves the stars below
Blue and p…
cold fronts have
turned into cold war
grey banks of silence
heading this way
You promised me forever
This promise to me you gave.
Now I am yours forever,
Buried in an unmarked grave. . .
almost a love song
for almost a love
one that fell short
was over before it began
the promise was there
so were the hopes
but something
was never quite
just the right fit
Oh no, you can’t come out.
Go back inside and wait.
You’ll make me say or do
something, I am going to hate.
Please don’t come out
when people are here.
Oh, god where’s it coming from?
Thru’ fingers like dry sand.
I know I haven’t cut myself
but there’s blood upon my hand.
Once a shiny toy with a pretty bow,
it now has lost its halo,
rusty creaks and dirty smears,
cobwebs and bitter tears,
nothing left of the old glamour
but hard words and broken nails.
A stutter of need
Repressed idiosyncrasies
Truths unknown
Collectively shared with one
To dim eyes
beauty shines bright
afire, aflame
too hot to handle
in everyday humdrum
a heart doesn’t break easily
but carelessness will do it
have you heard the sound it makes
it’s not pleasant but at least it’s quiet
I saw myself
lying as if asleep in a
coffin made from glass
eyes closed and
breast ever so still
just like Snow White
before the prince